We do not remember a necessary fact,
Events are too remote for greater respect;
Great bodies are great facts of squalor,
Under the names that are mattering to us.
Occasionally a breath of Nature makes us feel
The proper point of view, it seems to occupy
The great body, like a single hit.
The spiritual or metaphysical ideas surround us
With everlasting force, to create an interest
Of the country that resists, a countryside afflicts
Us when we resist.
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